She has an album entitled "my photography", which consists of about 80 different pictures of a tractor that she took on her cell phone. I'm all for freedom of expression, but come on.
And then he proceeded to take my heartbeat, because apparently that tells him whether I was faking or not...
I'll be a little late, "getting ready for the party" turned into "smoking a bowl and doing lines in my room for an hour and a half." But I'm on my way now. With coke. And weed.
I told him the truth. Truth leads to vodka. Vodka leads to tequila. Tequila leads to prison.
Semen is not good for contacts.
Fake an illness. Her and her friends are like the female version of guys who wear tapout shirts
it's like my freshman wet dream come true
I'm holding onto the sink for dear life. Pretty sure if Iet go I'll turn into a shit propelled man rocket.
The least you could do is send me some gibberish so I know you're alive.
Fuhga
Thank you.
You played Frank Sinatra today after we had sex. You moved way up in my literal book of men. Congrats.
U touched your head and and said "oh look blood" and then looked at me and touched my face... And said war paint
I accidentally mass texted his dick pic. Not only to my friends, but to my dad as well...
I shouldn't have watched rise of the planet of the apes and then gotten high. I'm now convinced that the cats are out to get me.
Just set the kids up with doughnuts downstairs so I could go up and masturbate uninterrupted. I am such a good mom.
You just kept yelling GET YOUR SKATES ON, BITCHES. WE'RE GOING STREAKING.
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